#Haikyu manga spoilers

[suckishima]

god i really hope kamomedai match gets the attention it deserves from the creative team. i've been telling everyone for years that haikyuu changed the way i think about and live my life and i need them to watch this movie and finally understand why i've been so insane about the cartoon volleyball

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Leave it to Bokuto to be right in the middle of an inspirational pep talk only to stop and check his proper word usage 😂

[ranpoart]

fox

[hoao]

haikyuu manga spoiler !! but !! hinata’s little giant never made it to national teams and quit volleyball after high school and this drives me so insane because wow wow wow they show you flashbacks of him and talk about him with so much intensity and he looks so cool and so good at what he does and you feel like he has to be the top player ever and that he has to have chosen that path, right? no! he’s a chill guy who’s so surprised hinata looked up to him so much, and he quit because he had other interests too and he’s still so happy with his life and he’s also the reason a star was born in volleyball he’s everything hinata wanted to be at one point and he dragged hinata into the sport that shaped him forever i mean !!! you don’t have to be anything crazy! you don’t even know the ways you inspire people around you! just put your heart into everything you do! you’re great whatever you do!

[tvgays]

furudate: everything comes to an end. the great monster banquet is over!!!

furudate, occasionally: ok here’s a lil snack

[marimondart]

All I want, is to practice and train, paying proper care and attention to everything, today, tomorrow, and all the way up to the day before my last game.

Alternate versions, because I simply could not decide!

[pockethep]

Now that JJK 271 is out and had...an ending...I have one issue and question.

Why are people trying to force a narrative that most Shonen endings are bad?

Haikyu!!, Slam Dunk, Assassination Classroom, Mob Psycho 100, Dororo, Gurren Lagann, Zatch Bell, the ending of Chainsaw Man part 1, Trigun, Ashita no Joe, Gintama, the JJBA endings (especially Steel Ball Run and Stone Ocean), Golden Kamuy, Azumanga Daioh, Beck, Pandora Hearts, Great Teacher Onizuka, and way more than I can list all had great endings.

Heck, Full Metal Alchemist, a manga that many hold in especially high regard, is widely regarded to have a perfect or near perfect ending.

I have my own issues with the jjk ending, but some of them stem from issues I've had with the manga for a while so it wasn't surprising for the issues I've been having to crop up at the finale, especially given the rush to get there. But there are so many people quick to bash the entire category of manga. The examples of bad, mediocre, and/or controversial shonen endings are often just very well-known series so of course when they end people are loud about it.

As unsatisfied as I, and many people are, with this ending I feel like it was almost inevitable. Gege's health took a steep drop towards the latter half of the series and even more during this final arc. (I still swear by the fact that most manga, especially jjk, should be on a monthly format instead of weekly).

At the end of the day, endings are hard. You have to wrap up multiple threads in a succinct and satisfying way, and this is even harder when its a long running series or a series with a LOT of expectations. Coupled with the deadlines, restraints, and meddling most mangaka face when writing its a difficult task to wrap up hundreds of chapters in just a few.

Anyway it really has been our Potential Kaisen.

[mitskiluvr]

watched the haikyu movie thinking it was going to be normal but unfortunately i came out battered bruised bleeding and 5 years younger, back in 2019 watching haikyu on my couch and trying to get my sister hooked on it

[han-jislay]

underrated bokuaka fics #2

these are only some fics i have read, they're all underrated!! they make me feel giddy and they feed my bokuaka addiction.

ex revenge hot line | Lxnn word count: 63, 388

akaashi's side job is to get hired from someone who got hurt to date their ex and break their heart

↳ a little angsty at the end, but happy ending never the less. "you're not evil, just heartbroken."

say yes | kazzydolyn word count: 7, 721

5 times bokuto asks akaashi a question and 1 time akaashi has a life changing question for bokuto

↳ very cute and makes me feel single in 100 ways. 5+1 trend!!

call me koutarou | kazzydolyn word count: 2, 888

akaashi tries to break the enduring habit of calling bokuto "bokuto-san"

↳ i see this as very canon, this story is so well depicted! not ooc at all.

soft blue | groaninlynch word count: 6, 031

akaashi is unaware he lost his sketchbook and bokuto takes a sneak peek

↳ literally the reason why i wanted to make this list. 100% underrated!!! i love this so much

the great mystery of a hickey | sunnybluesky word count: 25, 479

hinata, atsumu and sakusa go on a mission to find the mystery lover that gave bokuto a hickey

↳ a bit long, and the trio is a bit stupid but it's bokuaka so no complaints

i pretend you're mine, all the damn time | glitterati word count: 4, 326

bokuto asks akaashi for kissing practice because of a girl

↳ oh how the turns have tabled. this story got me hanging by a thread.

cat and kid | norio word count: 2, 817

kenma gets a misunderstanding about akaashi and his cat, bokuto-san

↳ norio's works are so good yet underrated!!! this story was a rollercoaster and i swear i had no idea what was happening. poor kenma must've felt 2x worse.

the impaled | norio word count: 2, 184

bokuto is a vampire hunter and akaashi owns an antique store

↳ you know when you want a part two so bad?? yeah. this one is the one.

cookies and cream | norio word count: 5, 840

akaashi has a habit of stress baking

↳ i think this is one of my favourites, i love baking and bokuaka, what a perfect combination.

nine hundred lies | norio word count: 8, 454

akaashi is a big fat liar. happy ending

↳ it's a happy ending, but akaashi lies through his teeth. do you think there's a confession?

one in a hundred | norio word count: 4, 080

though he has no proof, bokuto thinks dating akaashi would be easier if he didn't try to break up with him all the time

↳ akaashi second guesses himself so much, it projects onto his relationship. damn

4am | talonyth word count: 13, 448

akaashi doesn't call often, let alone at an ungodly hour

↳ i was quite conflicted about this story but it's actually quite good, especially at the end! almost like a slow burn. but medium. so medium burn.

wing man | CheekyBrunette word count: 8, 366

kuroo doesn't let anyone date bokuto that doesn't meet his standards. fortunately, akaashi does

↳ bokuroo is like peak comedy and friendship goals! oh to have a friend like kuroo. this story was quite nice and it's more of kuroo's pov than anything.

hanging by a moment | gabstar word count: 1, 169

finding the perfect moment isn't always easy

↳ my descriptions are so bad oml, i can't really remember what this was about, but i do remember that akaashi and bokuto has their own pace, and a lot of people like to interfere.

[mylahrins]

smile for the camera

11. ice cream

fun facts!

➤ atsumu and y/n end up eating ice cream in the cold in complete silence. ➤ things are pretty awkward between them right now, and neither of them know why.. ➤ tsumu searched up "good would you rather questions" and that's basically how they spent their night. ➤ it was kinda fun and the questions did help, but even on the drive back home y/n felt a little off. and it wasn't the whole kenma fan situation—she was totally over that. ➤ y/n couldnt help but feel as if atsumu was keeping something from her. (he's definitely hiding something) ➤ atsumu apologized for the awkwardness when they arrived at her place, which sort of eased things up!

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a/n: a LOT happening this chapter, sorry if it was difficult to navigate/read 😢 btw the fun facts this chapter are veeeery crucial to whats gonna happen next hehe, id highlyyy recommend paying attention to that. also OMG yen im so sorry im nothing but a dirty liar!! the original format i had was totally wack and i had to edit a lot of things before publishing this chapter so i just went to bed and made plans to edit it in the morning!!! 😭😭

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[deliciouslyyellow]

Stardust and Sunsets

Hinata Shouyou/Reader

Tags: Soulmate AU, One Shot, Fem Reader

Warnings: Haikyuu!! Manga Spoilers

Word Count: 2154

Synopsis: In a world with a plethora of soulmate connections, you and Shouyou share the same kind. When the time zone on your wrist changes to Brazilian time upon Shouyou’s departure, hope is rekindled in your heart that you may just be soulmates. Upon his return, you’re given the final push to take fate into your hands. 

In a world where soulmates exist, it can sometimes be overwhelming to think about all the possibilities. How would one’s meeting with their soulmate go? Would they be one of those staunch believers or a jaded skeptic? Sometimes you stay up fearing for the chance that your soulmate is the latter despite your fierce loyalty towards your own connection. 

There are various types of connections among soulmates, whether romantic or platonic. Yours is one written on your wrist, a common place for soulmark connections. However, what’s written on one of your wrists is not so common, as it has the letters “JST/GMT+9”, the other wrist mirroring a clock. As a child, your parents thought it was some kind of password, as it seemed to be a collection of latin symbols that made no sense. One of your parents even suggested it was a timer for until you met your soulmate, but the time would always reset at midnight. It wasn’t until an aunt of yours coming from abroad saw your marks and commented how unique it was, finally revealing its true meaning. 

“Time zones,” your aunt gave a cheeky grin. 

“What are time zones?” you tilted your head as you asked.

 “You know how the world is a big ball? Well, in other parts of the world, they have a different time! Like when it’s evening here already, it’s still daytime there.”

“Is that why you never answer calls before noon?” Your aunt cackled, ”Exactly! It’s because it’s still sleeping time over where I am.”

However, it was wishful thinking to imagine that things would go smoothly from there. From what your aunt knew, that kind of connection was usually found in people with distances between them, making the mark an essential way to tell the location of your soulmate. But the problem was in the time zone displayed by your mark — Japanese Standard Time, GMT+9. Which means your soulmate could be anyone from the more than one hundred million people residing in Japan. 

 At the time, you were ecstatic since it meant your soulmate could be nearby. You excitedly shared the news to your best friend and neighbor, Hinata Shouyou. 

“So it actually means the time zone of where our soulmate is? Cool!” Shouyou gave you his characteristic sunny grin. 

“So that means both of our soulmates are in Japan, right?! That makes it so much easier!”

At the time, your heart fluttered at the idea that the two of you were the ones destined for each other. You would spend your days daydreaming about your future with Shouyou as your soulmate. But now as a teenager, you were cursing fate even more for the lack of a useful soulmate connection. As your classmates in high school were slowly pairing up, you were left behind with an uncommon mark that revealed almost nothing about your soulmate. Although, there was one boy you’d always secretly hoped shared your soulmark. 

“I heard they have a girl’s volleyball club here! Are you going to join them?” Shouyou’s boisterous spirit was too blinding in the early morning. 

“Mmmm…I don’t think I will,” you reluctantly reply. Shouyou’s gaze sharpens, those curious brown eyes fixed on your expression. 

“How come? I bet you’d be a great setter if you tried out for the team!” The smile that disappeared returns to light up his face. 

“I’m just not as interested as I used to be, plus I heard you have to cut your hair if you’re hoping to get any better, so I figured I’d keep my hair the same length instead.”

You didn’t have the guts to tell Shouyou that the only reason you would set to him in middle school was to keep him company. You also didn’t have the guts to tell him that you feel somewhat hurt now that he has an official setter replacing you. 

“Anyway, I heard you hit the vice principal’s wig when trying out for the boy’s volleyball club!”

“What?! How’d you hear about that?! Daichi-san said we weren’t supposed to talk about it!” The blood rushes to his face as the splotchy red does nothing to hide his mortified expression.  

“Oh, you know, just the rumor mill churning out all kinds of stories. I was almost sure that one wasn’t true,” you gave a light chuckle. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure most people don’t believe that actually happened,” your chuckle turns into a snicker. 

“It’s all Bakayama's fault! Anyway, do you mind setting to me again later after school since you’re not trying out for the girl’s volleyball team? Kageyama said he won’t set to me until I can receive properly.”

“Then shouldn’t you be practicing your receives instead of spiking?” you looked at him incredulously. 

“I’ve already been practicing my receives with Suga-san! Come on, just let me spike a few tosses!” He clapped his hands together and scrunched his face as he pleaded. 

“Fine, just this once. But after this, you’re buying me ice pops!”

And just like that, your first year in Karasuno passed by like a blur. After struggling to pick a club, you were recruited by Shimizu through Shouyou’s recommendation to be a manager for the volleyball club. Not one to turn down the chance to be in Shouyou’s proximity, you enthusiastically agreed. You were glad to have another freshman with you as a manager, although Yachi seemed to be a bundle of nerves in all your interactions so far.  

You were there for Shouyou as a friend through Karasuno’s loss to Aoba Johsai in the Interhigh-Preliminaries, and you were there as a manager for the team when they qualified for the Spring High National Tournament, beating Shiratorizawa by the skin of their teeth. You were there with tears of despair streaming across your cheeks when Shouyou had to be substituted in their match with Kamomedai. You stood by as you yourself struggled with words to comfort Shouyou, as Takeda-sensei gave him his own words of wisdom. You were there for him as he clutched your jacket jersey tightly, a flood of tears causing a wet patch to grow on your shoulder. 

You were witness to the devastation that streaked Shouyou’s face as he had to accept that his carelessness with his own health was the reason for his team’s loss in the quarterfinals. No amount of hugs or words of comfort would be enough to soothe the sting of his mistakes. It was there in the dimly lit taxi cab that he vowed to you he’d be better, that he’d one day be the best. 

“Of course you will, Shouyou. This is only the beginning of your journey to becoming the Little Giant!” You gave him a shaky smile to let him know you believed in him despite this setback. He responded with a grunt and a determined expression, his eyes still watery and red.

 The next two years, they would end up qualifying for the Spring High National Tournament. In your second year, your team would stand no chance against the Miya twins as fully-fledged seniors. In your third year, they faced off with Itachiyama in the center court and landed third place in the nation. 

All throughout these tournaments, through every practice match and summer camp, you were there supporting Shoyou in any way you can, whether as a manager of the team or as his best friend. 

When he finally told you of his decision to study beach volleyball in Brazil, you experienced your first heartbreak. 

“Do you really have to go?” You said, looking away from him, scared he’d see the tears already budding in your eyes. 

“Considering my state right now, no volleyball team would take a second glance at me. I have to get better, it’s the only way I’ll get to fly on my own.” He looked across the court, but it was like he wasn’t there with you. It’s as if he’s already across the world. 

“Then you better be the best. Become the best Little Giant, you hear me?!” You shouted into his ear as you embraced his shoulders before you took off running, tears streaming down your cheeks as you made your way home without Shouyou for the very first time in years. 

You were there when Shouyou turned his back at the airport, finally releasing all the tension in your body and letting the tears flow unabashedly. That night, you struggled to fall asleep as the numbers on your wrist changed form unknown to you. It wasn’t until the next evening that you noticed the words “BRT/GMT-3” on one of your wrists, the time being 06:00 on your other wrist. Just in time, your phone chimed, and as you turned it on, a good morning text from Shouyou greets you. 

You spend the next two years working your ass off in college and making strides in your path to reaching your own goal. All the while, it had been two agonizing years since he'd left for Brazil, two years of video calls, text messages that never quite captured his infectious energy, and a growing ache in your chest that you couldn't quite explain.

The humid Tokyo air clung to your skin as you nervously awaited Shouyou's arrival. Shouyou's plane had just landed, and you stood fidgeting by the arrivals gate, a bouquet of sunflowers – his favorite – clutched in your sweaty hands. The crowd parted, and there he was, taller, more than a touch sun-kissed, but still undeniably Shouyou with his wild orange hair and eyes sparkling like polished amber.

"Hey!" He called your name, his voice a touch deeper but still carrying that familiar, enthusiastic edge, washed over you like a wave of relief and something more. You rushed forward, ignoring the startled yelps of bystanders, and engulfed him in a hug that threatened to squish the sunflowers.

"Welcome back, you idiot!" you mumbled into his shoulder, a laugh bubbling up from your chest.

He squeezed you back, that familiar warmth spreading through you. "It's good to be back!"

The following days were a whirlwind. You filled him in on everything he missed – your gang of batchmates and how they were doing, Natsu’s budding volleyball career, and your college life so far. He, in turn, regaled you with tales of Brazil, his voice alight with passion as he described breathtaking beaches, intense street volleyball matches, and the kindness of strangers.

One evening, as the summer sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, you found yourselves perched on the familiar rooftop overlooking the Karasuno gym. You tossed a pebble at a stray can, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Shouyou," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. He turned to you, his brow furrowed in concern.

"What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you blurted out, "I… I think I love you." The words hung in the air, heavy and awkward.

A beat of silence followed, then a slow grin spread across his face. It wasn't a cocky smirk or a frustrated grimace, but something entirely different. It was warm, genuine, and it made your heart skip a beat.

"You do?" he said, disbelief laced his voice with a touch of amusement.

You nodded, bracing yourself for rejection.

"Well," he began, scratching the back of his head in that endearingly awkward way, "I guess that makes sense. I mean, you've always been there for me, even when I was being a total dork about getting to nationals."

A blush crept up your cheeks. "And you've always cheered the loudest, even when I totally messed up a serve."

He chuckled, his eyes softening. "Exactly! We've been best friends forever, right? It's kinda weird to think of it as anything else."

The embarrassment threatened to drown you, but then he continued, his voice low and hesitant, "But... maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try something new. Especially with someone who already knows all my embarrassing moments."

A smile, small and genuine, bloomed on your face. "Yeah," you agreed, meeting his gaze. "Maybe it won't."

Shouyou leaned forward, his touch tentative at first, then growing bolder as he cupped your cheek. As the last rays of the setting sun bathed you in a golden glow, his lips met yours. It was a soft, hesitant kiss, but it held a universe of unspoken emotions.

Pulling back, he grinned a palpable, elated expression that mirrored your own. "So, does this mean we can practice some new quick attacks together?"

You ruffled his hair, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "Maybe," you said, leaning in for another kiss. "But first, let's just enjoy the view."

You didn’t have to mention the fact that you might be soulmates, you both just knew. The rooftop, once a place of friendship and shared dreams, now held something more. The promise of a new beginning, a future painted in the vibrant colors of your blooming love.

~~~

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[suckishima]

do you ever remember how tsukki and kageyama went to visit hinata in brazil and get a little teary eyed

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Idc what anyone says, this guy is always going to be #1 Himbo 😭

[dimenirvana]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 😭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐦 🥹

[hoao]

oikawa is a perfectly crafted character. he’s silly and insufferable and has a ridiculous way of behaving but he’s also determined and strong and committed and hardworking. if you dive deeper, he’s also desperate, insecure, and he yearns and he wants and he fights. he’s scared his hard work will never be enough because there are people who are already one step ahead of him, people he considers geniuses.

“talent is something you make bloom, instinct is something you polish.”

i don’t think anything will ever stop him from doubting and feeling insecure, and iwaizumi himself once told him he’s probably never going to be satisfied. however, by breaking free from the constant pressure of “the talented ones”, he can polish his hard work, his instinct, his drive.

it will lead him far, yes. in fact, it leads him to another country, dealing with another language and another culture and another world. he momentarily forgets just how fun volleyball can be, until meeting hinata reminds him of it. he grows up to be fierce and motivated and passionate and on the opposite side of the court, representing another country and standing up for his “petty pride”.

he’s a character that drives me insane because i relate to him in ways that scare me. am i talented? or is what i have “just” instinct that i have to polish? am i a sort of imposter between people who are born great? people who have to work hard, just like me, but they seem to be doing it a bit more effortlessly?

hard work is always hard work, no matter the raw material (talent/instinct). but oikawa is so good and relatable because he knows it and he still feels like he needs to do more, more, more. he feels different from the others, and when first confronted with this reality it almost takes control of him. (kageyama is what he will never be, he despises him because of it).

and what’s an even bigger paradox is that nobody ever looks down on him. he does it all by himself. kageyama and ushijima and hinata and everybody else, they all look at him for what he is: a good player, a scary opponent, someone they fear and someone they look up to simultaneously, someone they have fun playing against, someone they want to beat, someone worth their time and efforts, someone who’s crazy good at what he does.

as always, haikyuu is so real for this too. our mind works in very weird ways, sometimes we don’t take into consideration others’ opinions of us unless they’re negative, we’re never satisfied with ourselves, we always want more.

oikawa is a perfectly crafted character. he has flaws and he’s so intensely human people might despise him for it. and the path furudate built for him is so fitting and so hopeful it has me believing there’s a chance i’ll get there too. not to Argentina, not to the Olympics. instead, to a future where my hard work means something (to me!).

and what if i don’t feel like the others? what about it? it will never be “just” instinct. it’s my hard work, my pride and drive. it will lead me places because i demand it. when oikawa breaks off the cycle, he becomes insatiable. “i will defeat everyone, so be ready!”

(i also happen to believe he really does defeat everyone).

[tvgays]

this is the "oh my god i fucked your dad" scene. to me